I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2525 | 2011-02-16 18:14:51 | 47.08 | |
| 872 | 2010-12-30 11:01:43 | 31.63 | |
| 659 | 2010-12-27 10:45:26 | 29.50 |